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On our way home from the Black Market (see post below), a fight broke out in the car park.

This is what happened:

A guy was trying to reverse his car up an embankment. Mongolians are not known for their superior nor safe driving skills. So he basically stuffed it up so badly that he hit another car.

The guy from said hit car thought it would be a good idea to stand in front of his car.. ie. in the line of poor parking man. A precarious move, if ever I’ve seen one.

Poor parking man tried to park for the third time, and failed again. But failed so badly that he actually had pinned precarious move man between the two cars.

The best decision poor parking man ever made was to give up.

As he drove away, precarious move man kicked the tyre on the car of poor parking man.

The worst decision poor parking man ever made was to slam on his brakes and get out of the car so he could express his feelings to precarious move man. Maybe we should just call him ‘dickhead’, as in… ‘Really dickhead, you’re going to take him on? Because he’s TWICE THE SIZE YOU!!!’…

So that’s pretty much how it started. We had front row seats to this spectacular-spectacular. We weren’t going anywhere – the cars were blocked in. And we caught about the last four minutes on video. It had already been going about 5 minutes by the time it starts.

Now, the best thing about the video is the commentary. You can take the bogan out of Australia, but you can’t take the bogan out of me. Seriously, I come out with some crackers… ‘awww yeah, it’s a scrag fight!’ or ‘awww, he took him down’.

Although I think my favourite bit is, toward the end of the video, I say: ‘oh, I shoulda got it all on video’. Doh! How was I to know Kai was filming? I was trying to figure out how I could join in this real-life rumble!

At the beginning of the video you can hear the honking... yep, all these cars were getting a little annoyed that they couldn't get out!

THE FOLLOWING POST CONTAINS STRONG GRAPHIC CONTENT.
No really, it does, and I strongly advise you don’t read it if you are vegetarian or have a weak stomach. My intent is not to offend people. So please, do what you will with this information, but you can’t say I didn’t warn you… ok?!

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I suspect we will find ourselves saying ‘Well, we are in Mongolia’ quite a bit during our time here.

Like the time I put the call out to neighbours to see if they had a hacksaw we could borrow… so we could carve up the whole lamb we’d purchased for about $60 that was now on our kitchen table.

I’ve become quite aware of what I like in a gym. A variety of classes, solid equipment, a spacious free-weights area, grunt-free zones, clean showers. Oh, and good looking staff members help too… you know, just the basics.

But I scrunched up my check list and threw it out the window when I walked into my new gym… a drinks fridge with Heineken and Tiger beer? Oh hell yes! Where do I sign up?!